歌曲名 Salsa 歌手名 311

作词：佚名

作曲：Nick Hexum+Doug Martinez

We were born in the seventies

The rippin' and rhyming

and brethren see

We're filling taste great

In the old school I was eight

For the new school I was late

But in high school I was the bate

I rate in the great state of California

I'm warning ya

Je vais a la plage parce

que le guignol est chouette

I kick nonsense in French

tasty like crepe suzette

I bet you feel I'm famous

for 311 sandwhich

Not the whack DJs that

I'm a damage

I like a beat that's unique

and yes I like my head zoomin'

And in my continental you

know that shits boomin'

With the diamond in the

back suicide doors

You can look from here to eternity

And never receive your morsel

Another tale of ordinary madness

The girl who gave you

her sex I heard was homeless say

All I really wanna is

to feel Nirvana

Won't you take me

tonight and we just might find

A bottle of wine and

feel our nasty nature

Your tongue lickin' up my tongue

Your radio pickin' up

a smokey jazz love song

Madness becomes

even though your

Livin' life it's hard to

exist when you're tempted

By flesh you wanna

bust through

Beautiful legs in the bar

there is poetry

She bends and suspends

and her ass

Is a marvelous thing

A dance dancin' at a club

the hereafter

Who can't really dance but

that doesn't really matter

And she won't hear applause

'Cuz your drunk and lost

all light is gone

Your arms spread like a cross

And you're dreamin' that

the world will soon fall apart

Topless girl in your gaze

which is hazy

Takes your dollar in the

gutter with the cigarettes

Or wine you're hungover

I was warned of your normal

behaviour and felt

My life was too short to

consider your whacky self

It's like this when you dip down

And you are boxin'

Reelin' against the ropes and you

Face some young Mexican

Your scrappin' your neck gets

Snapped back your nose bled

Your thinkin' about a comeback

But your takin' it to the head

You little bastard

Better watch your back

'Cuz we're after your punk ass

By God we're gonna jack it

You're journey is small time

And your show is over

You're 'bout as lucky

as a three leaf clover

And your older

Hoe bag sceezer

In her droopy saggy skin

Who thought she was a model

but in truth a never has been

Both of us you bring your cheap rooms too

This is a bought in a little ways Robbie is too